Hunter McCade – 6′ 4″. Muscles for days. Ex-special forces Marine. And the obsessive prick who’s single handedly ruining my summer vacation…
Officially, I hate my new bodyguard.
Officially, I hate my new bodyguard.
He’s growly, dominant AF, and thinks he owns me.
Yeah, that’s not going to work for me and my willful disobedience drives him crazy.
But after he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to my bedroom “for my own protection” I’m pretty sure his chiseled jaw and panty-melting smirk are bigger threats to my safety–or at least my V-card–than my actual stalker.
Now with danger closing in, it’s only a matter of time before the insane sparks between us turn into scorching hot, breath-stealing kisses that ignite my blood like an out-of-control wildfire.
I know I can trust him with my life, it’s my wild, reckless heart I’m worried about…